She slides down the bed like a serpent on a tree.
She moves like the ocean, and she's coming for me.
Her hair is like silk, and her eyes are divine.
Her lips are so soft, and her **** is my shrine.
She dances so slowly that I have to weep.
She asks to come in, and I'll be hers to keep.
Her toes start to curl as I bite her powder neck.
Her scent keeps me sane, for I am a wreck.